Spokken Moonshine

In my hood we alone now Half my people under stones or in the stone house And in my crib I'm alone too Cause I could never get myself to call a bitch my baby boo And now I'm polishing my nine until it shine and I can see myself Outline of a sinner, defined by this greed and wealth I needed help a lot but I was lied to, live and lost Locked in lawless lairs, lord have mercy God must have forgot about this young man Next time my gun jam, it's my time With my grind, it's 'bout time I make it Or two time it's (fated) My life is, I'm ragin' Feels righteous Don't ever live a sober second But these drugs is my license To chill, sip purp Smoke this weed, drink and I'm ill And I can't even go to sleep Without popping a pack of pills But I'm past the point, we Wheatied up Roll that join, pop a plank Sniff that 'caine and see what's up Fuck it man, we out here every(day) [Sample] RIP shirts line my closet like I sell them shits In the cutlass, feeling fuckless, if using dead presidents Depressing (when) I got a sick selection of depressive shit I'm so wanted everything I touch becomes some evidence My finish line or these coke lines These broke times might turn around We'd always shine, make dope rhymes Shit, I ain't lie Half of my old hood gentrified Shout out to my goons left Real killas never die I'm on my phone Most names I can't call but I try though Voicemail of a phantom but no ma'fucking dial tone A crib full of hate bred a heart full of anger But a trap full of Gs bred a heartless gangbanger Whatchu know? [Sample] At the dark end of the street That's where we always meet At the dark end of the street That's where we always meet Hiding in the shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness, oh Lord, to hide our own One day they're gonna find us Oh, they're gonna catch us somewhere Don't let 'em find us...